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Chapter 160

Salome’s POV“You should go back and see her again,” I said, the words tasting like copper in my mouth.I stared straight ahead at the back of the driver’s headrest. I did not want to look at Jeremiah. My pulse hammered against my ribs because I was lying through my teeth. I wanted him to tell me the date was a disaster. I wanted him to say he hated every second of it. Instead, I pushed him away before he could see how much I was actually hurting.Jeremiah did not respond right away. The silence in the car felt heavy and thick. It was the kind of quiet that made my skin itch. I could feel his eyes on the side of my face, sharp and judging. He did not move to touch me or argue. He just sat there.“Is that really what you want?” he asked. His voice was low and dangerous.“It is what makes sense,” I lied. I gripped my purse so hard my knuckles turned white. “She is a good match for you. Your family

Chapter 161

Salome’s POV“Stop lying to yourself,” Clementine said. She leaned against my kitchen counter and arched her brows. “The way Jeremiah was watching you in that elevator was not professional. He was basically stripping you with his eyes. There is something real between you two. You are going to waste a huge chance just because you are scared of a little heartbreak.”I leaned my back against the heavy wood of the front door. My body felt like lead. I let out a long breath that puffed against the quiet air of the foyer. “Clementine, you don’t get it. It isn’t that simple.”I cut myself off. My heart gave a hard, sudden thump against my ribs. I froze and pressed my spine harder into the door. There was a sound coming from the hallway outside. It was a soft, rhythmic scraping. Footsteps.Was he still out there? I pictured Jeremiah standing on the other side of the wood, inches away from me. Or maybe it was s

Chapter 162

Salome’s POV“Did he just walk away from her?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as the audio cut out with the heavy, rhythmic thud of retreating footsteps.Clementine didn’t look up from her phone. She stared at the screen while the silence of the room rushed back in to fill the gaps. “It sounds like it. Barnabas isn’t exactly playing the role of the doting fiancé, is he? He sounds like he can barely stand to be in the same zip code as her.”I leaned back against the couch cushions, my mind racing. “He sounds disgusted. That’s his future bride, the woman he left me for. Now he treats her like a chore he’s trying to avoid.”“Well, it gets weirder,” Clementine said. Her thumbs moved quickly, swiping through files. “There’s another clip. This one was recorded a bit later, after a dinner at the Richardson estate. It’s a conversation between Portia and her

Chapter 163

Salome’s POV“He isn't that stupid, Salome,” Clementine said, leaning back against my sofa cushions. “Think about the mess he made with the Vanes. He practically spit in their faces when he called off the wedding with Portia the first time. You don't do that unless you have a death wish or a very good reason.”I stared at the condensation on my bottle. “It was a business play. Barnabas knew he held the leverage. He figured the Vanes had a lot more to lose in a public fallout than the Richardsons did. He was playing chess while they were playing house.”Even as the words left my mouth, I felt a heavy weight in my stomach. The board had changed. Portia wasn't just a spoiled socialite anymore. She was a loose cannon. I had seen the look in her eyes lately. It was frantic and sharp. If she felt cornered, she would tear everything down. She knew about the secret. She knew about the other son, the one Barnabas’s father h

Chapter 164

Salome’s POV“You need to find the phone number on that package right now,” Margot said, her voice sharp enough to cut.She didn’t look at the mess of papers on the floor. She just stared at the wall while Mary, her longest-serving maid, knelt to gather the scattered documents. Margot’s fingers stayed curled into tight fists at her sides. Every second Portia Vane spent near her son was a second the Richardson legacy moved closer to a cliff. Portia was a loose cannon, a girl who didn't care about rules or reputations. Margot had spent decades building this name, protecting it like a fortress, and she wasn't about to let some unstable girl burn it down.“I have it, Ma’am,” Mary whispered, holding a small scrap of paper.“Good. Give it to me and leave the room.”Margot took the paper. She needed to know who sent this. She needed an ally. If someone else wanted Portia gone, she was more than h

Chapter 165

Salome’s POV“You didn’t even ask who I was,” I muttered, staring at the darkened screen of my phone.Margot Richardson hadn't bothered with introductions. She didn't need to. Her reputation for being a shark preceded her, and right now, she only had one target in her sights: Portia. Once Margot locked onto a goal, she didn't stop until she crushed it. That singular focus was exactly why I needed her. If anyone could track down where Portia and her family had hidden Russell Lewis’s remains, it was a woman who viewed obstacles as personal insults.I slid my phone into my bag and smoothed out my skirt. I couldn't afford to be late, especially with the energy in the office lately.The morning was a blur of rapid-fire emails and logistics. By the time the clock hit ten, I headed toward Benedict’s desk with my tablet tucked under my arm to finalize Jeremiah’s schedule for the following week.“Benedict, I w

Chapter 166

Salome’s POV“Is that the new girl? The one who wears those tiny skirts just to get his attention?”I froze in the hallway, my fingers digging into the stack of reports I was carrying. The break room door was cracked just enough for the sharp, biting tone of the voices inside to carry clearly into the corridor.“I heard they’re already sleeping in the same bed,” another voice chimed in, followed by a cruel, rhythmic clicking of a pen. “Most of her job description involves being on her back. You don’t get an assistant role like that without some... extra effort.”A wave of heat crashed over my face. It wasn’t just embarrassment; it was a physical sting, like a slap. I leaned closer to the wall, my heart hammering against my ribs.“What’s her name again? Is it Ophelia?”“Something like that. Does it even matter? She’s just the flavor of the month.”

Chapter 167

Salome’s POV“Why do you think that’s interesting?” I asked.I kept my voice flat and raised one eyebrow. Naomi didn’t answer right away. She just smirked at me and tightened her grip on her coffee cup. She stepped around me and headed for the door without a second glance.“No reason,” she said.She walked out of the break room and left me standing there alone. The air still smelled like her strawberry perfume. It was sweet and heavy and made my head ache. I stared at the empty doorway and wondered what she was hiding. She always seemed to know something I didn't.I didn't have much time to think about it. The day went by in a blur of filing and emails. Just as the sun started to dip behind the city buildings, Jeremiah called Benedict and me into his office. My stomach did a

Chapter 168

Salome’s POV“Eat your rice, Salome, you look pale,” my mother said, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the dining room.I looked down at the bowl. The steam rising from the white grains made my throat tighten. Every bite I had forced down felt like a lead weight in my gut. I wasn't hungry. I was exhausted, and the pressure of pretending everything was fine felt like a physical sickness. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be the daughter who just nodded and smiled while my insides churned.I set my chopsticks down against the ceramic edge with a sharp click. The sound was louder than I intended, but I didn't care. I pushed the bowl away, the wood of the table scraping under the pressure.“I am finished,” I said. My voice was flat, lacking the polite warmth they expected. “I have work to finish back at the office.”I didn't wait for a reply. I stood up and walked out, my hand instinctively pr

Chapter 169

Salome’s POV“I promise I will never cause you unnecessary stress again,” Jeremiah said.His voice sounded rough and low in the quiet office. He stood close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body.“I know your life is hard enough without me making it worse,” he continued.He swallowed hard. I watched the movement of his throat. It was such a small, human thing, but I couldn’t look away. I felt a strange pulse of energy between us.“I don’t want to be the reason you worry, Salome. I want to bring you peace.”I let out a soft breath I didn’t know I was holding. My legs felt weak, like they might give out if I moved too fast. My skin prickled with a sudden chill. This didn’t sound like a boss talking to an assistant. It sounded like a confession, or maybe a warning.Jeremiah exhaled slowly and looked up at the ceiling. He broke the eye contact that had been

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